Journal

Saddest Feels

There are days
Lowly days
When it feels like the effort to live
Drains out the will to do same
There are nights
Lonely nights
When I just want to know
Why don’t we speak the same love language?
You give gifts, I like gifts
But I want words
Hundreds of lone alphabets
Knitted into the sweetest words
Singular streams of air
Giving life to my emotions
I don’t want these nights
Nights you make me pray:
I hope I am in the right relationship?

I am a Nigerian graduate documenting the perks and pains of being a graduate without long leg in Nigeria; while also contributing her quota to make the world a better place. Lets be friends on Instagram, Facebook and Twitter. You'll find me there as Naijafreshgraduate.

2 Comments

  • diverseperspectiveblog

    materialistic gifts are nice, but words mean so much more some time. I feel you there. I hope everything is okay.
    Also, “When it feels like the effort to live, drains out the will to do the same.” – Those two lines…I’m speechless. I’ve been there, and it makes me nearly want to cry to see it in words.
    -Julie

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